Two personalities: Trog and other Animals

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By this time our farm stay was up and running. Our guests would arrive and see Mungo, our German Shepherd Dog, barking their arrival and Trog, tiny despite being fully grown, purring away. The most usual reaction varied between wariness  to abject fear of Mungo and exclamations over the sweet little cat.

Trog had shown her colours early in our arrival when on a visit from Darrell she flew like a bullet from under the house wrapped her two front legs around his Kelpies neck and bit so quickly that she was back under the house before anyone knew what had happened. That she loved us I have no doubt as she followed us around like a dog and we learnt to read her face, as did Mungo, and we could see subtle changes in her eyes that alerted us to an imminent attack. She had no fear as not only did she attack dogs she also went for the cows when we took them their hay. She could be sitting on your lap being patted, purring away, obviously in seventh heaven when suddenly she would sink her teeth into your arm, on occasion hitting bone. I developed a theory that because of her separation from her siblings at such a young age she had not been taught how to behave socially.  She knew she was stimulated but could not distinguish when to attack and when to purr.

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She is also the only animal that I have ever known that had to have pay back. If ever she was hurt or felt hard done by  she would not settle until the perpetrator of the deed had been dealt with in a painful way. An example of this was when a guest accidentally pulled her tail slightly when Trog made an unexpected movement. Trog bided her time and almost an hour later bit deep into the person’s ankle then quickly disappeared. Guests soon learnt to give her a wide berth.

Mungo on the other hand wooed our guests with his sweetness. He was a gentle dog with not a bad bone in his body. He could sense when people were wary and he would just lie inching closer to them as their fear receded. One dog phobic woman insisted on having her photo taken with him sitting on the step together. She said she had to have proof as no-one back home would believe her.

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Every morning Mungo would do the rounds of all living creatures on the farm to check all was well. This would include our guests. One morning the husband had got up to go to the toilet so Mungo decided to keep his side of the bed warm. Our guests told  us that the wife turned over in her sleep and cuddled into him; waking with a start when she realised that she was feeling hair where here husband was bald and hairless.

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Both Mungo’s and Trog’s personalities ensured our guests a memorable stay.

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More than 5

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Snapshots (sans photo)

“Can I use the bathroom?” elicited the normal response of directions and off I went down the hallway to the second room on the left.

At the doorway I stopped to take in the view through a single sheet glass wall the length of the bath and rising up to the ceiling. Beyond it a profusion of green and browns, so thick that it obliterated the wall beyond. Brown fibrous hairs joining to form a mat, wound their way up the stem, where towards the top a smooth green branch emerged topped by the striated, eleven fingered leaves of the raphis palm. Behind this but barely visible were green canes shooting high to the clear blue sky. The leaves of the bamboo palm contrasted as they were a lighter-green and,  smoother than those of the raphis. At ground level in the garden bed were shade loving plants; bromeliads and a few different species of plants with crimson foliage.

I made my way to the toilet and turning to sit a whole new vista opened;  another garden bed opposite that which I had just been looking at. This time a tree-fern with it fine haired trunk and both uncurling and spreading fronds were visible through a window similar to the first, but at right angles to it.  A bit further along an Alexander palm with dense green  fronds afforded any user of the toilet total privacy.

I turned my attention to the interior of the huge room which had white tiles from floor to ceiling.  The floor had a contrasting light browny-grey tile. This tile continued up a step around the bath so that one would walk up into it. This stepping made a ledge around the bath which would be just perfect for those romantic nights with candles and champagne.

The toilet and bidet were both wall mounted with the cisterns somehow hidden within the wall. Nothing touched the floor. “How wonderfully easy it would be to clean” I thought as I noted that the shower did not require a glass screen due to its large size. Chrome dispensers eliminated the need for bottles of shampoo and conditioner and even a built-in  foot rest made life easy for the woman shaving her legs in the shower.

Day passed to night and the outside garden was now lit, throwing the plants into light relief and bathing the room in a mellow glow, further enhancing the romantic notions my head was now enjoying.

A knock on the door disturbed my peace.  “Are you alright?” my hostess called “you’ve been a long time.”

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Nature

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Still, lilly leaves float

in cloud reflected water

my mind calms: all quiet

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The Gammy footed horse: Trog and other animals

IMG_0025One day, sitting on the verandah with Darrell, passing the time of day, sipping on black tea he said “Yer know,” long pause “yer should have a hoss.”

“ We don’t know the first thing about horses and neither of us ride. No I don’t think we need a horse.”

“People like hosses. Yer should have a hoss. I know! I got a small hoss yers can have. Mind yer, he’s got a gammy foot but yers don’t want a ride im so it don’t matter.”

“What do you mean Darrell a small horse?”

“Miniature. Like a Shetland pony only it’s a miniature hoss. White he is.”

“What would I have to do with it?” I was starting to get enthusiastic. I glanced at Rod and could see he wasn’t too keen.

“Yers aint got a do nuttin with im. Feed im a bit of hay like yer do with the cows and he’ll come when yer call im. Yer guests’ll love im.”

“What do you think?” I directed my question to Rod.

“If you want it, it’s up to you.”

A week later we took delivery of our horse. His foot was certainly gammy and he walked with a peculiar gait as one hoof was twisted sideways causing him to throw that leg out. We also quickly learnt not to stand behind him as he had a habit of lifting both rear legs off the ground and kicking. Fortunately I was quick enough to avoid being hit but poor Mungo suffered a blow a couple of times before he learnt to take a very wide berth around the rear of Snowflake.

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Our menagerie was complete, at least for the next few months.

 

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Dorrigo Steam Railway and Museum

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On my recent visit to Dorrigo I expected that the National Parks would be my focus, world heritage sites and waterfalls totally unexpecting the discovery of the as yet unopened railway museum. I had met some friends in Dorrigo and whilst some chose to visit Bellingen luckily, due to an irrational phobia about steep, winding roads, I went with a friend, who had heard some vague rumours that a  museum of railway memorabilia existed in the area. We went in search and came across a display which far exceeded our expectations.

Our first sight was of many railway carriages.  We took the first road along side it but did not find an entry to the museum.

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We could see the enormity of the collection (we thought) until we took the road on the other side. Here were over 5o locomotives, oiled to prevent rusting, sitting on the tracks.

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Then further up the road on the other side we saw hundreds of carriage roofs.

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Then due to a chance meeting with the Managing Director we learnt about the huge collection.  A full list of the collection and other information is found at

http://www.dsrm.org.au

Briefly they have 74 locomotives of which 44 are steam dating from 1877 to 1956 including the BEYER GARRATT type (largest in the southern hemisphere 260 ton, 32 wheels) to the 27 ton 4 wheel saddle tank. Oiled four times a year to prevent rust they look black and dirty whilst the working parts are in pristine condition.(below photo) Keith explained the workings of each model to us and I learnt that

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the brass whistles and numbers are removed for safe keeping  The numbers e.g. 5026  is pronounced 50 (standing for 50 class) 26 (meaning the 26th loco made in the 50 class).

There are 280 passenger carriages and freight wagons including prison vans, travelling post office, horse boxes, fruit wagon (photograph the slatted carriage at rear. This allows air circulation to prevent fruit sweating and going rotten).

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This has all been done with a group of enthusiasts amassing the largest collection in the Southern Hemisphere. The members have outlaid over 7 million dollars for the purchase of the items and volunteer their time oiling the locomotives and other preparation to make them ready for display. You can become a member of the museum for $50 (go to website above). I am not a train enthusiast but I was overwhelmed by the passion and hope that they get the $330,000 in the near future that Keith believes would get them up and running.  Entry at the moment (without permission) is prohibited as this would affect their State Govt accreditation to run trains.

The township of Dorrigo would benefit from the museum it seems to have suffered the way many rural towns have, with the loss of timber, dairy and other rural activities and lack of employment for local youth. The tourism this museum would generate would be massive and could only benefit the town and supply jobs.

 

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Let there be light

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Solar explosion

with light white and yellow fills

above and below.

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Haiku 5

Accident

Trip now at an end

Homeward bound, fish tail, side swipe

Crash Bang; Nerves aflutter

An explanation: This is the final haiku for the writing challenge. I have never attempted these before but I can see the beauty in them and have enjoyed the challenge. I have been travelling and it has been a perfect quick post for intermittent internet access. All the haikus have been about my trip. This final one I would have preferred not to have had the experience but thanks to mobile phones I got emergency services on the scene very quickly and the trapped woman was airlifted out and according to coverage in the newspaper online is going to make a recovery from abdominal and leg injuries. The truck driver and husband had minor injuries. If that had not been the case I would not have posted this one.

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Heifers, cows and calves: Trog and other Animals

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The next farm animals to come were the cows.  Firstly two heifers which we named Flossie, a black and white fresian and Blackie, another dairy breed.

Then Darrell took us to the Taree Sale yards. Here we had our first taste of the farmer’s domain. Darrell knew many people, doffing his hat frequently as we passed someone. There was little talking. Occasionally after being introduced, a short conversation would follow, pregnant with pauses. There was obviously a uniform worn to these sales. The men all dressed in trousers, blue shirts, blundstone boots and akubra style hats. The real estate agents doubled as stock and station agents and ran the sales. They walked above the cattle on walkways, stopping at the pen about to be auctioned, their fast talking monotone constantly droning, instilling a sense of urgency into listening buyers. Luckily Darrell was going to bid for us. He had already picked out a pen of cows and calves. The big lesson we learnt that day was that when buying cattle it is essential that you purchase quiet ones that will be easy to manage and this pen seemed to fit that criteria – according to our mentor. We had decided that we wanted the designer breed, Angus, as black was certainly the flavour of the year and would probably ensure that a good price would be fetched when we sold the calves in a few months time. Our pen came up early in the day and we became the proud owner’s of fourteen animals, seven cows and seven calves. I hadn’t thought of the logistics of transporting these back to Bucca Wauka but Darrell had this organised in the twinkling of an eye. They would arrive by truck later this afternoon, driven out by one of our neighbours, Steve Yates, who lived a couple of miles away in Yates Road.

The truck arrived late in the afternoon. With no yards or cattle ramp to offload the beasts, Steve backed the truck up to the hill which was opposite our front entrance gate and with the help of Darrell and his dogs the cows scrambled out of the truck and meekly crossed the road into our paddock, their new home.

From that day I counted the number of animals grazing in the paddock. Some days I had to go searching as they would move themselves around the property and occasionally would be out of sight all day. I made a habit of feeding them most days with some hay. Mungo, Trog and I would walk down to the fence that protected the house-garden from their constant munching  and I would call them. It didn’t take them long before they recognised that my call equalled food and if they were in hearing distance, they would come running.

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Haiku 4

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Fishing nets, hanging

furled waiting for the night

when seaward they go

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